Twisted wonderland oneshots and Stuff

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VLD Au on the plate today.

It is one of the oldest aus around here actually... So maybe I should make yet another oneshot with it!

This would take place in between the events of the 1st vld oneshot(no 11). Kinda like before that long time-skip. :3

Now plot: With Trey's dissappearance, Deuce being forced to lead the team Anda whole new lion arrangement, Floyd surely did not expect to have the poor guy he was trying to save from some druids to, become their hostage.

Smol note! This will contain a bit of s*lf-h*rm. So if you are uncomfortable with it, please skip this one.

Now onto the hostaging!

Title: Cellmate wannabe

"Are you sure it's not just a mindless druid?" "I mean... They don't talk... But also they don't do anything to try and oppose the imprisonment." "anyway they can't do anything... The cuffs will restrain any kind of magic trick they may try." Idia mumbled, tying up his hair in a ponytail as he was tapping on the laptop he had.

The others looked at him before returning to look through the transparent glass, at the person in the cell. In a corner of the white room, a little figure was curled up, with their back facing the others. They were covered from head to toe in dark robes, decorated with a slight silver motif, unlike any druid robes. But they hid their face and figure, so the option wasn't off the table yet.

"You said they attacked you? Even though they were weakened considerably by the druids?" Silver asked. "Like hell! I thought the druids would kill them..." Floyd puffed and winched while Azul was treating his cheek wound. It was a cut that the little hostage managed to do before Floyd got a grasp of them.

"Well... We cannot assume anything for now... Perhaps they were scared... At how you described the whole ordeal... There was little time to properly process what was going on for you... Let alone for someone on the brink of falling unconscious." The white haired boy tried to reason.

But time did pass. The hostage refused any kind of food that was given. They didn't talk at all and always avoided anyone who came to check on them, as if they were the plague itself.

"They don't eat anything..." Lilia mused at one point. "And they refuse to even speak..." he added. Floyd hummed as he was in the kitchen with the said altean, mostly trying to avoid Lilia from mingling into the cooking process. "If they refuse to communicate... We can't let them starve to death also..."

The teal haired boy only took in a deep breath before cutting yet another edible alien plant. He thinks it's something equivalent to an onion, although it didn't make you teary eyed. "I can make them eat something..." "quite the bold assumption..." Lilia noted.

Floyd knew well enough that alteans can alter their appearance. Although it was really hard to believe that the alien before him was actually looking this young for someone who is meant to be a parent. This apparence altering is a wierd thing and Floyd would rather not ponder on it too much.

It was a bit later when the cloaked hostage heard something moving. Was it perhaps another plate of the green goo? He wasn't foreign to that. He ate that almost all of his life. But still he couldn't trust it from someone else. What if they put a truth serum in it? Or poison?

"Come on... Let's eat..."

Took aback by the familiar voice, the turned a bit to see who it was. That's when a foreign aroma was picked by his smell. It wasn't smelling anything like the goo food. It smelled nice! Like actually nudging one to try and eat it. Looking at the sight before him, the person tilted their head in confusion.